A thunderous bang exploded in the depths of his consciousness, and Morris lost control of his own state almost instantly - even in the sheltered state of isolating his main consciousness and solidifying his mind, he was still overwhelmed by the spreading wave.
The huge impact swept through the soul, and it was teetering on the edge of the stormy wave of information that followed!
In an instant, his figure standing behind his body
The "psychological perspective" rotated, and the words in his mind could no longer be seen in his field of vision. He could only feel the endless fog spiraling up, and the words he had just read were like an out-of-control swarm in his memory.
It hit, gnawed, and tore apart parts of his personality. He even forgot his own name for a while. All that was left in his mind was the name he saw at the last second - Holy Lord of the Underworld.
.
However, at the next moment, this spinning feeling was suddenly stopped by something. Morris felt that his consciousness was forcibly pulled back to the real world by an extremely powerful force, and in this
During the process of "pulling back", he saw many arrays of flashing lights appearing in the thick fog. Among the many lights, there was a largest red light source surrounding it.
This scene seemed like the God of Wisdom, Lachem, was glancing at him, but the next second, the array of lights quickly dissipated and turned into a huge surging wave;
Immediately afterwards, the huge wave turned into a piece of pale dust and smoke that collapsed before his eyes, and the delicate pale ashes were like the ashes of a saint, scattering towards him;
Then, the pale dust and smoke burned in the air again, turning into a falling rain of fire, in which countless dazzling and red flames condensed, surging in as if they were going to burn him up!
But just before the red flame fell on him, Morris saw that all the fire was suddenly dyed with a layer of green - the raging and bursting fire suddenly became gentle, and fell little by little beside him.
One of the flames touched his shoulder, and he immediately felt someone tapping him hard. The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he had returned to his body.
The effects of consciousness isolation and mental solidification were forcibly ended, and he once again returned to this world from a critical state of madness.
The moment he regained consciousness, Morris resisted
The urge to "take another look" forced me to close the big black book in my hand.
His movements were very fast, but even so, the book still flipped through several pages violently before closing it. In the corner of his eye, some trembling words came into Morris's field of vision with an extremely strong impression - one by one.
It is a sentence, with a sentence that seems to be a strong obsession at the moment of death:
"We will eventually return to our pure and holy origin."
The big black book was completely closed, and Morris was breathing heavily as the words he saw at the last moment lingered in his mind.
Fanna immediately noticed something strange here and came closer in two steps:
"How are you?"
"...The daily life of a scholar, dealing with deadly knowledge, and then surviving," Morris breathed evenly and stretched out his hand to Vanna,
"It's okay, I'm still me - help me up."
As soon as he got up, he asked again:
"How much time has passed?"
"A few seconds," Fanna nodded and replied,
"I just saw you open the book and take a few glances, and you suddenly
Close it, and at the same time your spirit is in turmoil, and unidentifiable shadows begin to appear in the fog around you."
"A few seconds..." Morris twitched the corner of his mouth, recalling in his mind that he was on the verge of losing control.
The wonderful scenes I saw when I was dragged back.
Just the next second, a deep and majestic voice appeared in his mind:
"Maurice, what's going on over there?"
Morris was startled, quickly straightened his expression, and responded in his mind:
"I was just reading a book of blasphemy that was seized from the Annihilation Cult and was accidentally contaminated - Captain, was it you who finally brought me back?"
"Yeah," Duncan responded,
"Just now I suddenly noticed that your mind was under attack, so I checked the situation with the help of the mark left on you. You just said that you had seized a book of blasphemy? What exactly happened? You are still with Vanna.
Huh? Where are you now?"
"Fanna and I are together. We are still operating in the upper city. We discovered that annihilation cultists have entered the real world under the cover of fog and are manipulating some counterfeit products to attack the city-state - we just found and eliminated one of the controllers," Mo
Reese responded immediately, then organized his thoughts and continued,
"The situation is very strange. After the death of the cultist, the corpse showed a phenomenon of fusion with the original matter. It seemed to be some kind of extreme transformation. As a result, he carried a black nameless book with him. The contents of the book...
…”
Morris suddenly stopped, his tone became extremely cautious, and he carefully controlled his thoughts:
"The content in the book is disturbing. It is the original text of the hieroglyphic narratives that Crow copied before. I only had time to read a small part of it before it was contaminated. Sorry, I can only report so much now - I
I can’t recall the details now.”
Duncan's voice was silent for two seconds, and then sounded again:
"Okay, safety first, don't continue to recall what you saw. Bring the book with you and report to me in person later."
Morris breathed a sigh of relief:
"Yes, Captain."
At this moment, Fanna on the side suddenly
"open":
"Captain, how is the situation over there?"
"Alice and I are at the Second Waterway—it's quite quiet here."
Deep underground near the central city, at an intersection of the Second Waterway, Duncan raised his head and looked at the empty corridor in the distance.
There is a thin layer of fog floating over the corridor, clinging to the dark dome. The fog seems to appear out of thin air in this space, and it is becoming thicker and thicker as time goes by - but the fog has been thickened.
Compared with the surface of the city-state that is completely shrouded in fog, the fog here is not serious.
"I'm waiting for the fire to be in place."
With the help of
The connection of "mark", he said to Fanna in his heart.
"Tinder?" Fanna's voice sounded a little confused.
"The lair of those Annihilation cultists is not in the real world - the Mirror Frost is their base camp," Duncan said slowly,
"Whether it is the Sea Mist Fleet or the Frost Navy, including the city-state guards and the guardians of the church, the invasions they eliminate in the real world are only slowing down the process of the mirror image rising. Only by starting from the side of the mirror can we truly
Solve this problem.
"Agatha has gone with the fire - she will find the dens of heretics, and I will help her light the place."
Fanna's response was obviously hesitant for a few seconds:
"Then...is there anything we can do?"
"Just continue hunting in the fog, eliminate all the fakes you see, find all the controllers behind them, and hunt as many as you can," Duncan said,
"It makes sense to slow down the invasion. You are buying time for Agatha and also reducing the pressure she faces."
Fanna responded immediately:
"Yes, I understand!"
A few seconds later, her voice came again:
"In addition... there may be a fake 'gatekeeper' in the city-state now, and there seems to be no response from the church. What do you think..."
Her voice sounded hesitant.
Duncan already knew about the counterfeit, even more clearly than Vanna knew.
After all, he has already established contact with the real Agatha.
"Don't worry about that 'Agatha,'" he responded after a moment of thought,
"There is no need to deal with her - but if you encounter her, you can provide help if necessary."
Fanna was obviously stunned for a few seconds, and then her tone was filled with astonishment:
"Provide help?! Help that 'fake,?'
"Don't forget, not all fakes are controlled by the Annihilation Cult. The most outstanding ones have their own will," Duncan's tone was still calm,
"The gatekeepers will not easily become the puppets of heretics. Of course, you will need to judge the specific situation by yourself at that time."
"Yes, I understand, Captain."
This time, Fanna's response contained a strange solemnity.
It seems that her sense of mission as a judge is at this moment with that person
"Gatekeeper" resonates subtly.
Contact with followers has ended.
Duncan exhaled softly, then raised his hand, and a small flame ignited on his fingertips.
He stared at the flames and spoke softly after a moment:
"Agatha, do you think she will really be what you think?"
A cold and hoarse voice sounded from the flames:
"meeting."
"Why are you so sure?"
"Because I believe in myself."
"But that's just a copy of you," Duncan said calmly,
"There will be small differences between you, and these differences may cause her to make a different decision than you do."
"But you did not order your followers to eliminate the 'hidden danger,'" Agatha said.
"You also trust my judgment."
Duncan was silent for a few seconds, and then sighed softly.
"There was once a human named Brown Scott who proved to me that his humanity is still valid in the 'fake' - so this time, I don't mind believing it again."
"What if...I mean what if, what if my judgment is also wrong? Your trust will be wrongly paid..."
"It doesn't matter, it's all trivial."
Is it a small thing...?
In the cold and damp sewer corridor, Agatha lowered her head and glanced at the small flame still burning quietly in her palm.
The weak heat escaping from the fire seemed to have become the only temperature she could feel in the world - outside the firelight, she felt that the whole world was as cold as a tomb.
That one
The voice of "Captain" came again:
"Agatha, how is the situation over there?"
"I'm still moving forward, I'm almost there, I can feel it, it's very close."
"I'm talking about your situation. Your voice sounds different from before."
Agatha stopped.
She lowered her head and what she saw was her scarred body and the wounds that no longer bled.
"It's okay," she said softly, her voice as cold as the tomb,